Remember that guy who wrote that book that Oprah thought she loved but then decided she hated when she learned that The Smoking Gun was on to the fact that all of what he wrote was not entirely true? Yeah?

Remember that guy who called himself a criminal on day time television and then retracted that statement, in part, in a sit down heart-to-heart in which he revealed that like the rest of us, he was mostly insecure and broken? Yeah. That book called a million little pieces by James Frey.

I bought it from the Thrift store this weekend for $.25. $.25!! The cover was ripped, likely, I assumed in holding it in my hands, because someone who owned it watched the interview and was outraged at the deception!! Or, not. Yeah. Likely that’s not why the cover was ripped and it smelled of cigarettes and bad cologne.

I picked it up and bought it because I wanted to see what the hype was about and why he (Frey) moved Oprah and millions of, mostly women, Americans.

I started reading it and am not finished with it, but I can’t say that I get what the big deal was (is). You know how when someone tells you something is really good and then you try it and then you, assuming that “it” is a cupcake, keep eating it waiting for it to get good. Because the first, second, and third bites aren’t that good. But you keep eating, waiting for that moment that you kept hearing about? That’s what this book is like for me.

It’s like a highly acclaimed cupcake that doesn’t really taste that great but that you keep eating because you are unwilling to trust yourself that the greats who said it would be good could be wrong.

It’s odd to me that it was picked up by Oprah at all. It’s odd that Oprah and so many other women were drawn to a story of an addict who was, in a sense, broken and unable to love and be loved. Wait. That’s actually not strange.

I get the whiff of romantic tragedy in reading A million little pieces. I get that it is gruesome, but beneath all that it’s a story of a guy who just wants to be loved, it seems, by himself and women. This tale need not be told as a true story, so why did it need to be a true story? Or does this just have to do with truth and the responsibility of writers in the age of “truthiness” to be truthful?

Hmmm.

STOP.

Have you read “a million little pieces” by James Frey? What did you think of the book?

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I am working on something. I am working on writing my five minutes posts offline instead of online. I am doing this as a practice to get back into the habit of writing without any anticipation of my words potentially being consumed by an audience.

Since I started writing online in 2010, most of my writing have been done online.

I have for the past, almost, three years, neglected pens and pencils and papers that were once stashed behind pillowcases and in drawers because I thought I found an even better alternative. I went digital. I found myself writing on a keyboard and hitting publish and knowing that someone could/would find my words and do something tangible with my words. And it was that thought that was thrilling.

It was thrilling to think that I wasn’t alone in my thoughts. It was thrilling to think that someone could and, likely, would, given the nature of most online communities, agree with me about my thoughts in my head.

This, or having an audience to consume your words is a good thing, but it also takes something away from the therapeutic, educational part of writing. When you write by yourself and for yourself, you can be more in tune, I think, with your words as your words. You begin to speak more freely, I think. And that’s a good thing, a necessary thing.

So that’s where I’ve been.

STOP.

How often do you write offline just for the sake of writing (i.e., no deadlines, writing goals. etc.)? How often do you just write for yourself?

 

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This will be perhaps be the shortest post ever…on this blog. I think.

I have a new blog. I ditched Mommyhood NEXT RIGHT, my parenting blog, and I am now writing at .

I am only telling you the readers this because I know many of you are writers and writer-inclined, and that or being a writer who is writer-inclined, is the grounding of my new blog.

I will write there about writing mainly, so I thought you would be interested.

I hope you’ll stop by and say hello.

Also, I have a new . It’s here. I will share things on my page like posts from this and my other blog, news, and writer advice and other fun things. So like me, if you like.

That’s all. For now.

 

 

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I am reading Virginia Woolf’s “A Room of One’s Own.” I read it once in high school, but then, or back then, I never really read books in the way I do now. Now, I take notes and since my life experiences are more vast as a 29 year old, I understand things more clearly and can make more connections than I once could.

Okay. But this is not the point of the post. In reading her words, I was reminded of the gift of great writers to seem great through the years. Their works seem to have a kind of timelessness that makes readers of any generation or decade want to make connections and see the authors, not simply as products of their time but as human beings of this infinite time.

We are all the same. Good writers get that, I think. They can write above the trends of what seems hot and just speak a kind of truth that remains and will remain of all human beings.

I want to be like that. I think in the age of the Internet, it’s so easy for us to throw our words around without much thought about the legacy of those words. We don’t always write for truth and the sake of saying something worth remembering because the pace of the Internet and the attention spans of our readers don’t always seem in line.

But, as writers, we should make it our goal. We should make it our goal to say something, even if very small and mundane, with our writings. We should make it our goal to think about the legacy of our words and consider their potential power as more than just trendy playthings that entertain for days at a time. We should aim to be like those writers we admire.

STOP.

This post was kind of all over the place. But there’s message there. Who are some of your favorite writers? Do you think the Internet changes how we use and value words?

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I feel like I should write something tonight about the great weather event that’s going on outside of my bedroom window. I feel like I should say something to kind of memorialize this date and that I was writing during Sandy, that my power was still on during Sandy, that I lived in a time of SUPERSTORM Sandy.

But…

I kind of feel like Sandy has been talked about enough. As someone living through Sandy, I am surviving. We went, like everyone else in my city, to Walmart yesterday to buy all the necessities that we thought we would need in the event of the worst case scenario: Or that we lose our power for more than two weeks.

As we walked through the mostly barren aisle, I felt kind of invigorated, in a very weird kind of way. I felt, also, panicked because of all that I had heard about SUPERSTORM SANDY! We bought batteries and cereal, a pumpkin pie, water, and toilet paper. Like most, we shopped without a real plan for our shopping. We kind of just looked at everyone else was buying, which seemed to mostly be desserts and batteries, and followed suit.

I think in natural disasters that aren’t necessarily life-threatening, something happens to us all. I think, for a brief moment, we remember how vulnerable we all are and begin to get happy at that thought that we are safe but still in harms way enough to be thankful. So we buy desserts because we can and celebrate the time with family because it’s so often denied to us.

STOP.

Are you dealing with Sandy tonight? How have you prepared?

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writers and bloggers

I keep disappearing from this blog. I hasn’t been intentional, but I have been working on lots of essays and posts elsewhere. I realized in taking a break from my other blog, that I had been mostly neglecting taking more risks as a writer because playing it safe felt so…safe.

So, recently, I’ve been pushing myself and working on figuring out how to be a blogger while also staying true to myself as a writer. It’s hard. While blogging does involve writing, it also involves a lot of other things that can, if we’re not careful, distract us from what really matters.

So, I’ve been focusing on writing. That’s all.

STOP.

How do you stay passionate as a writer? Do you see being a writer and a blogger as two different things?

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daring to dream

I was talking to my sister this evening about dreams and how it seems that our generation is so intent in following our dreams and only pursuing that which we believe to be our calling. This is a new sensation, a new movement, I think.

When my dad was my age, he worked at a bottling company as a manager. He moved up from that position to Vice President, but I’m pretty sure that he didn’t have even that highest title in mind as his dream when he was younger and believed in the power of dreams to our human souls.

His job was something he did and learned to love because it paid for our family to eat and live. He learned to love it because he, like many Americans before him, perhaps, had no choice but to love it.

Today, we have choices. We have the choice to believe in our dreams and that they are worth pursuing, sometimes, even at the cost of what may seem practical in the present.

“I would quit my job today if I found my passion,” my sister went on.
“Even if I were paid three times less than I am today, I would quit.”

That’s a kind of passion and trade off that I think is unique to our generation. It’s unique to be able to dream and believe that our dreams are worth pursuing.

STOP.

Do you also think the concept of dreams has changed over time? Do you think your parents had the same understanding of the worth and power of dreams as you do?

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fashion police

I stumbled upon a link showing two celebrities wearing what, I guess, some would consider awful clothing. The first offender was Lady Gaga wearing what looked to be a throwback to biblical times with squirrel adornments and the second was of comedienne Mindy Kaling. The headline read, “Fashion Police Offenders.”

Now, as is usual, these types of articles are unfortunate because they have the effect of redefining what is a fashion offense. Okay, I get the Lady Gaga thing. But, in my opinion, the dress and heels worn by Mindy were okay. I mean, I don’t think I would have worn the outfit myself, but on her, it worked. I’m sure when she put it on, she thought it worked, too. I’m sure she put it on and thought, “Man. I’m looking good.” But then, maybe she second guessed herself when she saw the headline.

And that’s why I would never really want to be famous. Last week, I gave away half of my closet because my clothes were hideous. I can admit this because unlike the celebrities in those magazines, my clothes aren’t expensive or thought about in the same way. I don’t think when buying jeans about the statement I want to make about my style, though I probably should. I assume that most don’t see me and that my style is really something that I should be concerned about for more subjective reasons like my feelings.

So, yeah, that’s why I couldn’t be a celebrity. I wouldn’t want to see myself on a magazine with a headline reading “Fashion Police.” I would hate to be smiling in the picture, too. Wouldn’t that be the worst?

Okay, I’m out of time. But tell me, what do you think about those magazine headlines naming fashion offenders? Yay or nay?

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watching the news

I think I stopped watching the news when I became a mom. Instead of the news, I “did” celebrity gossip. I did cheesy, salacious celebrity gossip because that always felt easy to digest after a full day of being a parent having to deal with picking eating and potty training trials and tribulations.

I like gossip and drama and cat fights and pregnancy scandals, but recently, I’ve started watching the news again and reading political blogs. This is a twist for me that’s giving me reason to stretch and feel like a grown-up. So, now, when my girls go to sleep, I watch the news.

I yell at the TV, make faces, and take things personally. I enjoy the sport of heated debates between two old guys with dyed hair and pondering when Chris Matthews will ever really go grey. Even though the baby blonde really does suit him, I think. Yeah. In a strange way, it suits him well. I think.

And I think this has been good for me. It’s good to stay in the loop and know what’s going on in your world. Ignorance is bliss, but it’s also a pity.

STOP.

Do you watch the news? What’s your favorite news medium?

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The past two weeks, I’ve been hit or miss here because I’ve been sick. First with the Flu, then with Strep. It was tough being sick and having two children to care for, but I’m thankful at this moment to be able to write here again. I’ve missed here and writing and talking uncensored for 5 minutes a day.

So, today, today, can we talk about Mitt Romney and the idea of apologies? I don’t want to talk about what he said, but I do want to talk about how some want him to apologize for things that he seems to believe in. I hate that. I hate what he said. But if that’s what he believes, then should he have to apologize for what he believes in?

Shouldn’t we be able to state our real opinions and be judged for them? Shouldn’t our apologies be saved for when we really mean them?

What does “I’m sorry” mean if it doesn’t really mean “I’m sorry for what I did” and instead means “I’m sorry for how you interpreted what I did”? .

STOP.

What do you think about mandated apologies?

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